The Flower In My Land Of Dreams Poem by Göran Gustafsson

I walk down a misty nameless street
On cobbled stones and broken glass
Here's where the girls line up in rows
With frozen smiles and smokin' grass

From miles away the foghorn growls
And damp clouds choke my road
A lonely church bell rings its tune
And takes some burden off my load

Well I stay for a night or maybe two
The journey's been on for too long a time
But none of the girls and no one else
Will match the love that I left behind

If you travel north on the east coast line
Where the rivers blend with the open sea
And you find a trace of the one I loved
That's the place where i used to run free

That's where you'll find the sallow thorn grow
And salmons jumping in the rapid streams
That's where I found my beautiful rose
The one true flower in my land of dreams

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